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mari4212Title: Birthday Presents and Three Year Olds
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: John, Dean, Mary, John/Mary
Warnings: Excessive cuteness from a young Dean. Possible risk of sugar shock to diabetics, make sure to have your insulin at hand.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all associated characters belong to Kripke, I'm just playing in his universe.
Summary: Dean wants to help find his mother the perfect birthday present.
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cat_macdougall, who deserves an equally nice birthday for herself.
Mary’s birthday was the fifth of August. Dean had insisted on putting a gold star sticker on the calendar for it, just like she did for his birthday in January.
Dean had been insisting on doing a lot of things for Mary’s birthday, as a matter of fact. Which was why John had decided to bring him along to go find a present for her. If he was that eager to celebrate his mother, John was not about to tell him no.
Of course, he’d forgotten that a hyper three-year-old’s viewpoint on what makes a good present varies a bit from what Mary’s own preferences were. Dean bolted straight for the toy department the second they walked into the store, and he wasn’t going to be pried out of it with anything less than a liberal application of TNT anytime in the near future.
After a few minutes of frantic playing on half of the pieces out for display, Dean calmed himself down and seemed to remember what they were there for. And with a determined expression that had John biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he settled into a serious search among all the toys available to find the best one there for his mommy.
Half an hour into the process, they were no closer to finding anything that matched Mary’s tastes or interests, but John had a pretty good idea of what toys Dean was going to be looking for under the Christmas tree come December.
The latest offering that Dean had brought up for approval had been a fire truck almost as long as Dean was tall, with flashing lights and “a real working siren, Daddy, see!” Dean had looked especially disappointed when that one had been vetoed, but John knew enough about his wife’s opinion on toys with loud sound effects to know what her response to them bringing home that as a present would be.
That last veto seemed to be Dean’s limit, and he sat down with all the disgust a three-year-old could manage next to John’s feet and announced to the world, “Mommies don’t want any of the fun toys.”
Manfully, John controlled the urge to laugh. He couldn’t wait to tell Mary the story behind getting her birthday present. She’d probably enjoy it more than whatever it was that they ended up getting for her.
He squatted down to a position where he was level with his son’s face. “Hey dude, you can’t just give up. We’ll find the right present for Mom. She’s just past the age of wanting the fun toys. Those are for kids like you.”
And taking Dean by the hand, he led the way over to the bath and personal care section, where he’d planned on starting his shopping in the first place. Mary loved roses, and she loved the fancy bottles of lotions and bubble baths with words like emollient written on the side of the bottle. So if they got her a fancy set of those in her favorite scent, it would be the perfect present from her child. Dean scrunched up his nose when they started doing a sniff test to make sure it actually smelled like roses instead of the cheap drug store rose perfume, and complained that it all smelled yucky. But he did help when it came to choosing the best basket arrangement when they’d gotten the smell sorted out, so John wasn’t going to argue too much.
Round that present out with a card that he’d let Dean pick out and sign, and Dean’s present was done and taken care of. That just left John, and he knew his duty. Jewelry. Mary liked it simple and elegant, not stuffed with fake glass gems and other crud. He’d spent as much time as he could studying her current jewelry collection this past week, trying to get her tastes fixed into his head so that he wouldn’t mess up too badly. Twenty minutes at the jewelry counter and he had it, a small blue gemstone dangling from a gold heart pendent.
Of course, he’d forgotten the other part of taking a three-year-old shopping with him. The second they walked into their home Dean turned back into the bouncing bundle of energy he’d been at the toy department, calling out, “Mommy, Mommy, we got you presents!”
Mary laughed at him over the top of Dean’s head as she swept her son into a hug and he started chattering about all the cool toys they’d seen that Daddy hadn’t let him buy for her, and how they’d spent “hours and hours” stuck in the smelly department.
The surprise was ruined, but John couldn’t mind it that much as he went to wrap his arms around his wife and son. He wouldn’t trade Dean’s irrepressibility for the world, especially not when it made Mary grin like that as she heard Dean’s rendition of what the old lady at the jewelry counter had been like.
He’d lucked into the best life ever.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: John, Dean, Mary, John/Mary
Warnings: Excessive cuteness from a young Dean. Possible risk of sugar shock to diabetics, make sure to have your insulin at hand.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all associated characters belong to Kripke, I'm just playing in his universe.
Summary: Dean wants to help find his mother the perfect birthday present.
Author's Note: For
cat_macdougall, who deserves an equally nice birthday for herself. Mary’s birthday was the fifth of August. Dean had insisted on putting a gold star sticker on the calendar for it, just like she did for his birthday in January.
Dean had been insisting on doing a lot of things for Mary’s birthday, as a matter of fact. Which was why John had decided to bring him along to go find a present for her. If he was that eager to celebrate his mother, John was not about to tell him no.
Of course, he’d forgotten that a hyper three-year-old’s viewpoint on what makes a good present varies a bit from what Mary’s own preferences were. Dean bolted straight for the toy department the second they walked into the store, and he wasn’t going to be pried out of it with anything less than a liberal application of TNT anytime in the near future.
After a few minutes of frantic playing on half of the pieces out for display, Dean calmed himself down and seemed to remember what they were there for. And with a determined expression that had John biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he settled into a serious search among all the toys available to find the best one there for his mommy.
Half an hour into the process, they were no closer to finding anything that matched Mary’s tastes or interests, but John had a pretty good idea of what toys Dean was going to be looking for under the Christmas tree come December.
The latest offering that Dean had brought up for approval had been a fire truck almost as long as Dean was tall, with flashing lights and “a real working siren, Daddy, see!” Dean had looked especially disappointed when that one had been vetoed, but John knew enough about his wife’s opinion on toys with loud sound effects to know what her response to them bringing home that as a present would be.
That last veto seemed to be Dean’s limit, and he sat down with all the disgust a three-year-old could manage next to John’s feet and announced to the world, “Mommies don’t want any of the fun toys.”
Manfully, John controlled the urge to laugh. He couldn’t wait to tell Mary the story behind getting her birthday present. She’d probably enjoy it more than whatever it was that they ended up getting for her.
He squatted down to a position where he was level with his son’s face. “Hey dude, you can’t just give up. We’ll find the right present for Mom. She’s just past the age of wanting the fun toys. Those are for kids like you.”
And taking Dean by the hand, he led the way over to the bath and personal care section, where he’d planned on starting his shopping in the first place. Mary loved roses, and she loved the fancy bottles of lotions and bubble baths with words like emollient written on the side of the bottle. So if they got her a fancy set of those in her favorite scent, it would be the perfect present from her child. Dean scrunched up his nose when they started doing a sniff test to make sure it actually smelled like roses instead of the cheap drug store rose perfume, and complained that it all smelled yucky. But he did help when it came to choosing the best basket arrangement when they’d gotten the smell sorted out, so John wasn’t going to argue too much.
Round that present out with a card that he’d let Dean pick out and sign, and Dean’s present was done and taken care of. That just left John, and he knew his duty. Jewelry. Mary liked it simple and elegant, not stuffed with fake glass gems and other crud. He’d spent as much time as he could studying her current jewelry collection this past week, trying to get her tastes fixed into his head so that he wouldn’t mess up too badly. Twenty minutes at the jewelry counter and he had it, a small blue gemstone dangling from a gold heart pendent.
Of course, he’d forgotten the other part of taking a three-year-old shopping with him. The second they walked into their home Dean turned back into the bouncing bundle of energy he’d been at the toy department, calling out, “Mommy, Mommy, we got you presents!”
Mary laughed at him over the top of Dean’s head as she swept her son into a hug and he started chattering about all the cool toys they’d seen that Daddy hadn’t let him buy for her, and how they’d spent “hours and hours” stuck in the smelly department.
The surprise was ruined, but John couldn’t mind it that much as he went to wrap his arms around his wife and son. He wouldn’t trade Dean’s irrepressibility for the world, especially not when it made Mary grin like that as she heard Dean’s rendition of what the old lady at the jewelry counter had been like.
He’d lucked into the best life ever.
